Call me a wreck, call me a liar I'm not afraid to be the one You take it out on Sitting on the floor of your bedroom Eyes red, shouting at the ceiling 'Cause you would do the same Dye your hair and make some new friends Who get you like nobody else does We only call eachother at the weekends You're at the end of my street And it might as well be the North Pole I never see you at all Is it the same for you? Do you feel how I feel? I guess there's no getting used to Making amends or losing a friend One of these days I think I might call over I see your parents out And it's always awkward Every time I think about us I get restless I'll text you I'll visit soon 'Cause you would do the same You caught me staring at the funeral The inside of your house Hasn't changed at all But we don't text and we don't call anymore You're at the end of my street And it might aswell be the North Pole I never see you at all Is it the same for you? Do you feel how I feel? I guess there's no getting used to Making amends or losing a friend I wish I could know you like I used to I think about it more than I should And I miss you, I miss you As if we still talk, as if you want to I don't know if it's the same for you Do you feel how I feel? I guess there's no getting used to No I'm not ever getting used to Making amends or losing a friend